Earlier this year I told myself that I was going to put more effort into Steelhead fishing. Ever since my last successful Huron trip (1/2/2016) I have been half-assing it and not really trying. I was putting more emphasis on what fly I was using instead of working on my mechanics or presentation. With that in mind, I made the effort to get my Switch rod and line combos tuned in and practiced whenever I could. The week in Alaska helped a lot but I should have devoted more time to using my two hand rods. I’m to the point now where I just need some fine tuning on my casting and presentation. As with walleye fishing, it doesn’t matter what fly I’m using if I’m not putting it in the strike zone. Now that walleye fishing is pretty much over for me it’s time to concentrate on Steel.

A few weeks back I contacted Patrick Robinson of Steelhead Alley Outfitters (SAO) to set me up for a full day guided trip. Pat put my trip together for Alaska and I have already fished with the owner, Greg Senyo, and one of their guides. I thought about getting a trip booked with my previous guide, Nate Miller, but I wanted to learn more and I figure time spent with other guides would be beneficial. So I just let Pat decide and he signed me up for a day with Josh Trammell for Saturday, 12/1/18.

Josh kept tabs on the flow rates throughout the week and told me the day before we would be fishing Elk Creek in the morning. SAO fishes the Erie tributaries from The Vermillion in Ohio to Elk Creek in Pennsylvania. Flow rates determine which rivers are fishable so the guides pay attention to them daily. I was doing the same thing and I figured we would be fishing the creeks in the NE corner of Ohio. Josh told me where to meet him Saturday morning at 6:45 am and from there we headed towards Elk Creek. SAO has access to some private land on the creek which is nice. This river can get very crowded but with it being deer season more people were hunting instead of fishing. Once we got my 7 wt Chromer rigged up Josh pointed out where to start fishing and I did just that. The first run didn’t produce anything so we moved down to the next run. At the end of the drift on my 5th or 6th cast I started to go through the motion of giving the fly a couple of “pulses” to try and entice a follower. I do this by just pulsing the rod back and forth while the fly is straight downstream from me just dangling in the current. As I was about to strip line in I had a hit. It caught me completely off guard and instead of keeping my rod parallel to the river with my hook set I did the Orvis straight up and out of his mouth hook set. Just that quick the fish was gone. I regrouped and about 5 minutes later I had another hit. This time I did everything right and I drove that hook home. A few minutes later my first fish of the day was in the net.

After a few pics and a successful release I made my back up to the start of the run and started over. On my next cast I had another hit as I was mending my line. Needless to say I didn’t get a good hook set with the slack line and my rod being pointed upstream. I fished the rest of the run anyways with no further luck. While all this was going on Josh was on the phone with another SAO guide who was out with a Father and his 9 year old son. They weren’t getting into any fish and he was checking to see how we were doing. Josh asked me if I wanted to fish another river and I agreed. Josh told them they could have the hole and we moved. on. I found out later that the boy (Augie) ended up catching his first steelhead from that hole.

While we fished the next run Josh asked me if it was okay for him to point out a few things on my cast. I said “please do” and he told me to slow down some and quit forcing the cast. Let the rod do the work and keep that line at a 45 degree angle to the river. He went on to tell me that when I cast straight across I get a big bow in my line and the current will point the fly head on to the fish instead of to the side. A side view of the fly will produce more strikes then a head on shot. This is what I wanted, to “tweak” my presentation. That run didn’t produce anything so we decided to try Conneaut Creek next. That was fine with me since it was west and closer to home. We stopped along the way and picked up my car before we drove to our next stop. There were more fishermen here than at Elk so we headed upstream and away form the crowds. The first two stops didn’t produce any fish and we were running out of time. We tried one more hole and I started casting. I was about 20 minutes in when Josh told me that after a few more casts we would be BAM. AIRBORNE, FISH ON!

Talk about a last second fish. After a couple of pics we sent her on her way and headed in before the rain really started to fall. After getting rained on all last weekend I wasn’t looking forward to it happening again. I went 2/4 today, all on the swing so I wasn’t going to complain. After today’s lessons (leaders, line management, presentation, reading water) I feel confident that I can be a little more consistent with my success. Of course a lot of that will depend on the fish. Steelhead are nothing like walleye.

As I stated on my last post I was going to fish some of the rivers known collectively as Steelhead Alley over the Thanksgiving weekend. I wasn’t leaving until Friday afternoon so I had a little free time before I left. I was originally planning on doing some fishing on The Huron but my mother changed that plan for me. She said she wanted some fresh walleye so I begrudgingly hooked up my boat Thursday morning (11/23) and went walleye fishing instead. The sacrifices I make for her.

I got to the ramp around 8:00 am and got everything ready. The temperature was a balmy 29 degrees but it was supposed to reach a high of around 38 later in the day. I wasn’t planning on being out that long. I was hoping to be off the water after only a couple of hours. A SW wind and below freezing temps makes for a cold boat ride downstream. I had received a tip that they were catching a lot of fish farther downstream than I normally fish so I set up there at first. Turns out that would be a waste of about 45 minutes. I didn’t catch anything there so around 9 I headed up to my normal stomping grounds. Grandpa always told me, never leave fish to find fish. One of these days I might listen. It didn’t take long and I had the first one in the cooler. That fish was followed up by 3 more. I was debating heading in because my hands were getting cold and sore. I told myself I would quit at 10:00 am and a few minutes later I had number 5 in the cooler. By 10:00 and 18 seconds later I was headed for the dock.

Water was dirty today or as I like to call it a nice handlining shade of grey. Very few weeds and a temp of around 41 degrees. Temps are supposed to stay in the upper 40’s all this week. If I was going to be around next weekend I would go out again for sure. The 4 smaller walleye were full of emerald shiners and the big one on top was full of gizzard shad. The walleye were definitely in “let’s eat” mode today. On to the Alley.

I had booked a trip with Steelhead Alley Outfitters about a month ago. Five years ago I didn’t even know there were Steelhead runs on any of the Lake Erie Tributaries of Ohio and Pennsylvania. Since then I have fished them sporadically without any luck. I was hoping that would change with this trip. I just had to wait to find out which of the dozen or so rivers I would be fishing. My guide, Nate Miller, called me Thanksgiving evening to tell me what river and what time we would meet up. He told me he would pick me up at my hotel at 5:30 am (The Sadist) on Saturday morning. The reason why he was picking me up so early was that he wanted to fish a specific stretch so we had to get there before anyone else. That part of the plan worked but it didn’t prevent anyone from showing up afterwards and camping out on both sides of me. I had the river all to myself for about 45 minutes. Around 8 two eggers showed up and surrounded me. One upstream and the other downstream at the end of the run I was fishing. As expected the person downstream started catching fish so his partner moved down to where he was. He hooked into a fish on his first cast but it was short lived, his rod broke during the fight. Some may think how terrible that is but not in this case, I call it Karma, river etiquette rule #1 is don’t low hole someone. He went back to his car to get another rod which opened up a little more water for me. It didn’t help any though, I swung several different streamers for about an hour with no takes. I could hear Nate talking on his phone with another guide and he was mentioning breaking out the indicator rod if I got desperate. I told him I was getting to that point. Normally I will stick to swinging but watching these other guys hook fish pretty much at will was getting to me. I switched rods and started casting. My first cast was crap, I’m not used to casting a float with an egg fly on the end. My second cast wasn’t much better and it wasn’t more that 15 feet in front of me. Didn’t matter though, 3 seconds into the drift and it was Bobber Down.

I felt so ashamed that I didn’t want my face in the picture. lol

I played around with the indicator rig for about another half hour until the other guy showed back up and moved right back in downstream. Nate asked me if I wanted to move on to a new spot and I agreed. He knew of another place further upstream that would be a bit of a hike. He said there would be other people there as well but we would have about a mile of good water to fish.

At the next spot Nate asked me if I wanted to take both rods. I said nope, from here on in it’s swing or die. I know guides want their clients to catch fish but if I was worried about numbers I would have bought a center pin setup instead of a spey/switch rod. For the next 5 hours I worked several runs and holes with still no luck. We talked to a couple of other guys who were swinging flies and they weren’t having any luck either. They said that the day before they hooked into 12 but nothing today. Sounds like the story of my life, always a day late. Never the less I continued on and kept at it. We set up on one last run and I was bound and determined to make the most of it. We switched my streamer over to a bright orange one, hoping it was obscene enough to piss off at least one fish. About ten minutes in I was starting to strip in my line to make another cast when I had a hit. I set the hook and the fight was on, for about 20 seconds. After the initial run the fish started shaking his head and that was when the fly pulled free. I didn’t know it at the time but Nate was filming all of this with his phone. It wasn’t until I got home that night when I saw the footage of my overly dramatic response to losing the fish. This happens but considering I haven’t caught a steelhead on a fly since Jan. 2nd, 2016 this hurt. My window of opportunity was quickly shrinking and the odds of me landing a fish was growing slimmer by the minute. After I composed myself I waded back in and got back to business. After about 20 minutes Nate told me to move back upstream and start over. Now any normal person would have reeled in his line and fly before wading back up. Not me, I left the line and the fly in the water, put the rod over my right shoulder like a rifle and proceeded to walk upstream. Two steps later…..WHAM! I spun around, set the hook and yelled to Nate to get the net because we weren’t going to screw around with this one. A couple of minutes later she was in the net.

Redemption

After we released her we headed in. After almost 8 hours of wading 42 degree streams in and on/off all day rain I was whipped. I had 3 1/2 hour drive ahead of me as well. I was happy, I ended my no steelhead streak, unfortunately my never losing a steelhead streak ended as well. I had my first multiple fish day. I learned a lot about the rivers in the area, specifically how flow rates dictate which one to fish. This is a vital piece of information I needed to help increase my chance of success. Since that day I’ve uploaded all the Steelhead Alley rivers I could to my Fish Head app.